March rain at the end of flower
Green grass crows at dawn
The shadow of bamboo shakes my smile
Mountains and waters are far away
It's a long way to go
The sorrow of parting at the bottom of flowers
Red in the wind, dancing for whom
Alone on the West Tower
A good pen is hard to write, a bitter dream is hard to pass
The wind is blowing and the leaves are fluttering
The water is flowing with you
The sorrow of parting at the bottom of flowers
Red in the wind, dancing for whom
Alone on the West Tower
The pain in my heart
Where is the end of the earth
There is no one to complain about
The west wind withered the green trees last night
I can't help but miss you
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